The well behind Yande Hall, my great-grandfather used it to exchange his life, and my grandfather died next to it.
Nowadays, people in the town break taboos one after another: inserting chopsticks vertically in rice, pouring sacrificial rice into crossroads, leaving wet footprints on the well platform - every time a rule is broken, someone will have a vein "taken away".
I can hear the pulse of the dead through this vertical mark on my fingertips. The deeper it is, the closer the well is to me.
I am Shen Yan, the descendant of Yan De Tang. The strange things in the town begin with a bowl of rice with chopsticks inserted vertically. A bowl of rice, a pair of shoes, and a mirror all lead to a "yin vein", which is like a shadow following a living person. I solved it one by one according to the elders' rules, but the explanation got deeper and deeper - until a man in gray clothes emerged from the back well, and no one dared to recognize that face.
